Maidenfine
First Post
This is my third time running a campaign in Freeport. I have placed it within the Kingdoms of Kalamar setting. I love Freeport but I get burnout way too easily. This reboot of Freeport was inspired by DrNuncheon's Freeport Story Hour. I'm hoping that the third times a charm and I will finally do Freeport justice as a DM. That said, on with the show. . .
YK 1030
Cyena showed her ticket to the guards at the gate. She'd paid three times what it was worth to get in. Inside, she waited with the small crowd. She smiled inwardly at the number of depraved citizens in this town that fought for execution tickets. They're my kind of people, she thought.
Finally, the rapist arrived. He was the first to be executed this day. Cyena focused her mind.
Don't worry, Father. I will retrieve the half human child upon its birth. I will continue the mission. And your second child will as well.
As they placed his head upon the block, the rapist smiled. Her message had been received.
YK 1033
Cryden's eyes followed his target down the dock. He'd better make this count. They'd only given him one arrow. He saw his opening and took his shot, smiling as the Sea Lord crumpled to the ground. Quickly, he slid down the mast. He turned to run. . .
. . . and ran into Cyena with a thud.
"You smell of snakes," she said with a smile. But her smile was anything but friendly as she plunged her dagger into his heart.
As the Sea Lord's Guards ran along the dock, they paid no heed to the beggar and her small child. When they found the assassin, he was already dead.
Frosting, YK 1043
In the dark, a young man stumbled through the streets. Freeport hadn't changed at all. Of course, he wasn't sure how long he'd been gone.
Finally, he reached his destination. Luckily, the doors were unlocked. He ducked inside and marched straight to the waiting clerk.
"I am Lucius. I don't know how long I've been gone or where I've been, but I've returned to continue my work for the temple."
Mustering, YK 1044
"So we're on for dinner and a little romp tonight, right?" Selene'ya didn't eve have to look up from her mug to know that it was Ben.
"Not this century, Ben."
"I understand a busy schedule, but honestly. You won't even be alive next century."
"Depends on what you mean by this century. Besides, Ben, Selene is hooking up with the cutie in the corner." Annette smiled at the brunette half-elf in the corner booth. When he smiled back, she wiggled her fingers at him in a flirty wave. "He is so cute," she squeaked.
"Then you go home with him," Selene said. She glanced over at the half-elf. He was kinda cute.
"That would free up your schedule then, right?" asked Ben.
"No."
It happened the same every day. Ben wanted to hook up with Selene'ya, Annette wanted to hook Selene'ya up, and Selene'ya just wanted them to stay the hell away from her love life. If Annette hadn't been the best and only barmaid at The Black Swan, Selene would probably have never seen either of them.
It was time for her to get to work.
"Sorry guys. I gotta go. Some little boys need a little pain."
Annette rolled her eyes. "Don't you mean Finn wants you to beat up some poor schmoe with a poor shop?"
"You do your job, I do mine." As she headed for the door, Selene glanced at the brunette in the corner. He was cute.
As he walked into The Black Swan, Annette leaned over the counter, affording Frederick a great view of her cleavage.
"Hiya, Freddie! Your usual?"
He nodded as he headed to his usual booth in the corner. A few steps away he stopped dead in his tracks.
"You're sitting at my table."
The brunette gentleman looked up form his book. He smiled.
"Am I? Sorry. The barmaid didn't mention it. But by the look of you, we may have some things in common." As he reached down to pet his cat he nodded at the raven on Freddie's shoulder. "Mind if I join you?"
Freddie shrugged and took a seat as far form the stranger as possible while remaining at his table. Annette arrived with his drink, flashing an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about your table."
Freddie mumbled something to make her feel better and sipped his drink.
"I'm Malevir. I've only been here about a month. Just found this place. Anyway, I'm hanging around for Swagfest. I heard it's quite the celebration."
Freddie nodded and sipped his drink.
"Hey, you come here a lot. You must know this girl who was here earlier. She's got a fire tattoo on her arm. You know her?"
Freddie shook his head. He had no idea who this guy was talking about. He hurriedly finished his drink.
"Uh, listen," he said. "I gotta go. I have a job."
Freddie got up before Malevir had a chance to speak and left the Swan. He was disappointed that Malevir had spoiled his drink but he hadn't had much time anyhow. He headed off to Otto's. He had a new shipment of weapons to identify.
Maybe we'll be gone for hurricane season, Kiohrin thought as her entered the common room of the Rusty Hook. When he saw the look on Duma's face, however, things didn't seem promising.
"No one has seen them," she said. "But I know they have to be here. This is where we were supposed to meet."
They'd been in Freeport for six months looking for the twins. Their group was split up during their travels but they all knew Freeport was their next destination. No one's travel could be complete without a visit to Freeport. So here they were, wondering where in god's name Newlin and Nortz could be.
Kiohrin ordered breakfast and pretended to listen while Duma complained about losing Newlin and Nortz. Some days, she seemed to forget that just because the other three were all psionicists, that didn't mean they could locate each other instantaneously.
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll find them. They might not even be here yet. Just remember, they're looking for us too." He finished his burnt toast and strapped his veil across his face.
"Let's go, Duma. Lots to do today. Swagfest is next week. If we don't find them before then, we'll need jobs to wait out the rainy season."
Duma was finally silent as she absorbed what he had said. As Kiohrin reached the street she began to follow.
"What do you mean, jobs?"
YK 1030
Cyena showed her ticket to the guards at the gate. She'd paid three times what it was worth to get in. Inside, she waited with the small crowd. She smiled inwardly at the number of depraved citizens in this town that fought for execution tickets. They're my kind of people, she thought.
Finally, the rapist arrived. He was the first to be executed this day. Cyena focused her mind.
Don't worry, Father. I will retrieve the half human child upon its birth. I will continue the mission. And your second child will as well.
As they placed his head upon the block, the rapist smiled. Her message had been received.
YK 1033
Cryden's eyes followed his target down the dock. He'd better make this count. They'd only given him one arrow. He saw his opening and took his shot, smiling as the Sea Lord crumpled to the ground. Quickly, he slid down the mast. He turned to run. . .
. . . and ran into Cyena with a thud.
"You smell of snakes," she said with a smile. But her smile was anything but friendly as she plunged her dagger into his heart.
As the Sea Lord's Guards ran along the dock, they paid no heed to the beggar and her small child. When they found the assassin, he was already dead.
Frosting, YK 1043
In the dark, a young man stumbled through the streets. Freeport hadn't changed at all. Of course, he wasn't sure how long he'd been gone.
Finally, he reached his destination. Luckily, the doors were unlocked. He ducked inside and marched straight to the waiting clerk.
"I am Lucius. I don't know how long I've been gone or where I've been, but I've returned to continue my work for the temple."
Mustering, YK 1044
"So we're on for dinner and a little romp tonight, right?" Selene'ya didn't eve have to look up from her mug to know that it was Ben.
"Not this century, Ben."
"I understand a busy schedule, but honestly. You won't even be alive next century."
"Depends on what you mean by this century. Besides, Ben, Selene is hooking up with the cutie in the corner." Annette smiled at the brunette half-elf in the corner booth. When he smiled back, she wiggled her fingers at him in a flirty wave. "He is so cute," she squeaked.
"Then you go home with him," Selene said. She glanced over at the half-elf. He was kinda cute.
"That would free up your schedule then, right?" asked Ben.
"No."
It happened the same every day. Ben wanted to hook up with Selene'ya, Annette wanted to hook Selene'ya up, and Selene'ya just wanted them to stay the hell away from her love life. If Annette hadn't been the best and only barmaid at The Black Swan, Selene would probably have never seen either of them.
It was time for her to get to work.
"Sorry guys. I gotta go. Some little boys need a little pain."
Annette rolled her eyes. "Don't you mean Finn wants you to beat up some poor schmoe with a poor shop?"
"You do your job, I do mine." As she headed for the door, Selene glanced at the brunette in the corner. He was cute.
As he walked into The Black Swan, Annette leaned over the counter, affording Frederick a great view of her cleavage.
"Hiya, Freddie! Your usual?"
He nodded as he headed to his usual booth in the corner. A few steps away he stopped dead in his tracks.
"You're sitting at my table."
The brunette gentleman looked up form his book. He smiled.
"Am I? Sorry. The barmaid didn't mention it. But by the look of you, we may have some things in common." As he reached down to pet his cat he nodded at the raven on Freddie's shoulder. "Mind if I join you?"
Freddie shrugged and took a seat as far form the stranger as possible while remaining at his table. Annette arrived with his drink, flashing an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about your table."
Freddie mumbled something to make her feel better and sipped his drink.
"I'm Malevir. I've only been here about a month. Just found this place. Anyway, I'm hanging around for Swagfest. I heard it's quite the celebration."
Freddie nodded and sipped his drink.
"Hey, you come here a lot. You must know this girl who was here earlier. She's got a fire tattoo on her arm. You know her?"
Freddie shook his head. He had no idea who this guy was talking about. He hurriedly finished his drink.
"Uh, listen," he said. "I gotta go. I have a job."
Freddie got up before Malevir had a chance to speak and left the Swan. He was disappointed that Malevir had spoiled his drink but he hadn't had much time anyhow. He headed off to Otto's. He had a new shipment of weapons to identify.
Maybe we'll be gone for hurricane season, Kiohrin thought as her entered the common room of the Rusty Hook. When he saw the look on Duma's face, however, things didn't seem promising.
"No one has seen them," she said. "But I know they have to be here. This is where we were supposed to meet."
They'd been in Freeport for six months looking for the twins. Their group was split up during their travels but they all knew Freeport was their next destination. No one's travel could be complete without a visit to Freeport. So here they were, wondering where in god's name Newlin and Nortz could be.
Kiohrin ordered breakfast and pretended to listen while Duma complained about losing Newlin and Nortz. Some days, she seemed to forget that just because the other three were all psionicists, that didn't mean they could locate each other instantaneously.
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll find them. They might not even be here yet. Just remember, they're looking for us too." He finished his burnt toast and strapped his veil across his face.
"Let's go, Duma. Lots to do today. Swagfest is next week. If we don't find them before then, we'll need jobs to wait out the rainy season."
Duma was finally silent as she absorbed what he had said. As Kiohrin reached the street she began to follow.
"What do you mean, jobs?"
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